Chapter 27: This Hate Will Never End (1) Is the one she loves...
On the second day of the second lunar month, the Dragon raises its head. Meng Xuanli was eating dragon ears in the living room. She had gotten up early today and had been busy until now, so she was really hungry.
The maids lit the lamps in the courtyard. After Meng Xuanli finished, she held Jiahe in her arms and read a book by the window: "This book should record the elegant affairs of the noble ladies of the previous dynasty."
A breeze blew in, the air was filled with sandalwood, and the room was quiet and comfortable.
Suddenly, Xiao Jiahe reached out to grab her hair, but Meng Xuanli stopped him softly, "Don't pull my hair. I'll read you an interesting story..."
She flipped open a coloring book and smiled, "Look, this is the little jade rabbit from the Moon Palace, and this is a toad..."
"It's not dark yet, why are you back?" Meng Xuanli raised his eyes and saw Lu Guanque sitting down opposite him with a flick of his sleeves.
"Su He's case has been resolved. The man who killed him was an arms dealer. Su He had offended him in the past, and he pursued him all the way to Dongdu."
Meng Xuanli handed Jiahe to the maidservants beside him. After they left, he spoke again, "But I don't think it's necessary to hunt down an arms dealer like this, right?"
"Besides, Su He has been practicing medicine for many years, how could he offend an arms dealer?"
Lu Guanque looked at the delicate spot on her neck, pointed, and asked, "Does it hurt?"
Meng Xuanli lowered his eyes to look, curled his lips and said, "It's you who did it."
"Lift up your collar, I'll apply some medicine on you." As he said that, Lu Guanque stood up and was about to find ointment for her.
Meng Xuanli looked at his back and asked, "You haven't answered my question yet?"
Lu Guanque carried her on his back and said nonchalantly, "Didn't you say before that no one in the building knew him? Maybe he's hiding a lot of secrets and hasn't told you. Now that we've caught him red-handed, you can rest assured."
Meng Xuanli nodded: "That's true, but I always feel..."
Lu Guanque suddenly interrupted: "Ali, where is the ointment? Why can't I find it?"
Meng Xuanli stood up, walked to his side in her slippers: "You can't even find this little thing... isn't this it?" She took it out of the small drawer.
Lu Guanque smiled softly, pressed her shoulders, and asked her to sit in front of the makeup mirror: "Even though I can't find these things, I can find you wherever you are."
Meng Xuanli looked at him sideways: "That's not necessarily true."
Lu Guanque stood aside with an uncertain look on his face. He took a sip of the white ointment and rubbed it on her neck.
Meng Xuanli hissed, "Be gentle."
"Once I touch you, it won't go away."
Meng Xuanli's cheeks flushed as he said this. He glared at him and said, "You're always like this."
"I'll be gentle later."
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The two of them spent more than a month like this, and Meng Xuanli secretly felt lucky that Lu Guanque had treated her better since the last time.
Whatever she wanted to do, he would let her do it, but when she came back, she would still be questioned for a long time. But she thought it was because he was worried that something might happen to her, so she didn't mind.
One day, she sent someone to find a place with excellent feng shui and buried Su He's ashes there with her own hands.
When he returned home, he didn't see Lu Guanque, so he said, "Go light the lanterns outside the gate so that the prince won't be unable to see the way when he comes back."
As the little maidservant left, Lu Guanque came in and asked, "Are you so worried about me?"
Meng Xuanli hadn't even finished her tea when she saw him and smiled, "Yes."
"What are you holding in your hand?" Meng Xuanli asked curiously.
"Didn't you want to read this book 'Warnings to the World' some time ago? I found one today."
Meng Xuanli smiled broadly and leaned forward, ready to reach for it. Lu Guanque lifted it up and said with a smile, "Let's watch it together on the bed later."
"good."
After a while, the two of them washed up and leaned lazily on the pillows.
March is coming to an end, and the fragrance of flowers is still there. Meng Xuanli wore rouge-colored pajamas tonight, which looked like peach blossoms in spring, sparsely covering her whole body.
A tiny diamond pendant dangled from her earlobe, sparkling. Lu Guanque's eyes stayed on her, not moving for a moment. Seeing him lost in thought, Meng Xuanli waved her hand in front of him, "Didn't you say you wanted to read?"
"Hmm." Lu Guanque's voice rolled over his throat. He glanced casually at the desk and said, "I forgot it in the study. Should I go get it now?"
Seeing him like this, Meng Xuanli simply slid into the quilt: "It's still a bit chilly outside. How about you tell me about something you've seen first? Then we can watch it together tomorrow?"
"good."
Lu Guanque smiled as he lay on the bed, holding her in his arms, and told her the story: "There was a girl named Du Mu, who was ranked tenth in the Jiaofang Academy. Everyone in the academy called her Du Shiniang..."[1]
Meng Xuanli was listening with fascination, but her voice gradually became softer. She raised her eyes and saw that he had clear eyebrows, rosy earlobes, and smooth collarbone. He was truly handsome.
But at this moment, he closed his eyes and seemed a little sleepy.
Meng Xuanli thought about how busy he was today, so she propped herself up and carefully kissed his lips: "Go to sleep."
Just as she was about to lie down, Lu Guanque suddenly leaned over and pressed her down, his eyes full of affection and indifference: "How can I fall asleep when Ah Li is like this?"
Meng Xuanli was annoyed and bit her lip: "You... lied to me again."
After saying that, Lu Guanque lifted her hair and kissed her like a torrential downpour, soaking her clothes. Meng Xuanli clung to him, feeling like he was rubbing into her bones.
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The next day, when Meng Xuanli woke up, Lu Guanque was gone.
The sky was thick with fog, and it looked like a rainstorm was brewing. Having nothing to do today, she thought of Du Shiniang last night and quietly went to Lu Guanque's study, intending to look for the book.
She closed the door and stood aside, looking up at the antique shelf filled with thread-bound classics, an agarwood box next to it, and precious printed books on the upper shelf.
Suddenly, thunder sounded, and the painting on the table by the window fluttered in the wind. Meng Xuanli took a breath, walked slowly over, rolled up the painting, and placed it on the antique shelf.
She squatted down and was about to look for the "Jingshi Tongyan" when she heard a faint sound from the inner room. Puzzled, Meng Xuanli looked up and found that the carved wooden panel behind the screen had moved.
She put down the book in her hand, slowly stood up, walked around the screen and came to the wooden carved panel.
Why is there a door behind this?
Meng Xuanli breathed rapidly and pushed open the wooden door hesitantly out of curiosity.
A faint fragrance came from inside, and she sniffed it carefully. It was borneol tablets.
Why did Lu Guanque set up a secluded room here? What was he going to do?
She shook her head and walked inside following the scent. It was dark all around, and she didn't know what was hidden behind the curtain. It was flickering like a pair of red eyes, staring at her.
When the curtain was opened, Meng Xuanli looked up and saw that the walls were gray and black, just like a coffin for a dead person.
Two red candles were placed on the table, and on the shelf were her wedding dress, her lost undergarment, and...
Meng Xuanli was terrified. He turned his eyes and saw that the wall was covered with portraits, and the women in them were all her.
She moved in stiffly, stood beside the table, and pressed her trembling hands against her chest, trying to calm herself down.
But how could she be calm?
In the portrait, she is like a hundred flowers blooming in spring and summer, sometimes delicate and innocent like a crabapple, sometimes shedding tears like a pear blossom, and sometimes naked like a lotus emerging from the water...
Her fingers trembled as if she had touched something. She lowered her eyes and saw a porcelain-blue booklet. A bitter taste welled up in her throat as she quickly opened it. She saw Lu Guanque's handwriting.
In the fifteenth year of Yonghui, in the twelfth month, there was heavy snow.
To see her before she died.
She saved me.
Want to live.
In the first month of the 20th year of Yonghui, the weather was fine.
It took a lot of effort to bring her back.
She wasn't too happy to see me.
Damn the Meng family.
In August of the 20th year of Yonghui, the weather turned cloudy.
I went to the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet today.
I deliberately called the man named Pan over, and Meng Xiuyu really took the bait. And Meng Zhongliang also thought quickly and directly mentioned the matter of marriage in substitution.
When she left, she was so close to me that she seemed frightened.
In May of the 21st year of Yonghui, the weather was fine.
Meng Zhongliang was a smart guy. He packed up his bags and went back to Xuzhou in no time.
In this way, I am her only relative in Dongdu.
No, there is also Meng Xiuyu.
In November of the 21st year of Yonghui, the weather was fine.
When he arrived at the prison, he warned Meng Xiuyu a few times, but before he could do anything, she hit the wall, which saved him a lot of trouble.
But she also has a daughter, and Ali is quite concerned about her.
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Meng Xuanli felt as if she had fallen into the depths of the ocean, a feeling of being squeezed and suffocated. She fell to the ground, her knees aching from the impact, and her entire body froze on the ground, motionless.
No wonder my father, who values fame and fortune so much, returned home as soon as he said so. No wonder Meng Xiuyu liked Pan Silang so much at first, but later... It turned out that all this was planned by Lu Guanque from the beginning.
She blinked in a daze, hurriedly grabbed the book on the ground, and through the blur, turned to the latest page -
In the first year of Yuanheng, at the beginning of February, there was continuous spring rain.
Su He was brought back a few days ago.
Seeing him deliberately seducing her today, she simply shot him with an arrow.
When Su He died, I felt an indescribable peace in my heart.
She kissed me at night.
She seemed completely mine.
Meng Xuanli struggled to her feet, her body cold and filled with pain and guilt. She held onto the table until she saw the jade hairpin, and tears began to fall.
This is Su He's most precious jade hairpin, and it appeared here...
No wonder, no wonder he agreed to Su He's request without hesitation. It turned out that he was the one who assassinated Su He. In this case, the person who set the fire that Su He mentioned should also be him.
Meng Xuanli's fingertips dug deeply into her palm. She originally thought that he was a gentle and honest gentleman who would treat her well all his life. Even after that incident, she forgave him and even wanted to spend her life with him.
But now, she realized that everyone around her had been secretly hurt, persecuted, and even killed by Lu Guanque because of her. Even she herself was firmly grasped by him, unable to breathe...
She doesn't want this kind of love.
This is not love at all.
This is hunger, plunder, and even more so, imprisonment.
He had previously forbidden her from leaving the house, from wearing her old clothes, and even from dying. All of this was done to keep her trapped here, to torture her, and to let her die in his hands.
Meng Xuanli smiled bitterly. What kind of person was she in love with? Or rather, was the person she fell in love with... a human at all?
She pressed her forehead and sniffed. She didn't know how long she suffocated like that. She looked up at the quiet portrait on the wall, feeling as if her eyes had been gouged out by a sharp blade, stinging with unbearable pain and filled with grief and resentment.
She doesn't want this kind of love.
She told herself.
Meng Xuanli wiped away the blood and tears, pulled down a painting, held the booklet and the jade hairpin, and was about to go out, but when he saw someone coming in from outside, he froze in place.
Lu Guanque's smile was imprinted on his face, and his whole body was like a wisp of white air exhaled by a little ghost in the grave mountain, floating in front of her and easily entangled her.
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The author has something to say: [References]
[1] Quoted from "Du Shiniang Sinks the Treasure Box in Anger"
There aren't many today, so I'll send them out in advance. There will be more tomorrow. [Poor]
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